Tristan furrowed his brow and chewed on his lower lip nervously, a lump forming in the back of his throat as his face grew hot. He didn't know what to say. He hadn't ever indicated his sexuality to anyone outloud, not even Scott, and now he just felt confused. He rolled onto his back and toed his shoes off, allowing them to fall to the floor before he crawled beneath the blankets and burrowed beneath them to hide. He'd let Scott tend to his studies while he thought about his brother's words.
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